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THE HAT MY FATHER WORE

 

Iím Paddy Miles, and Irish boy, just come across the sea,

For singing or for dancing, boys, I think that Iíll please ye.

 

I can sing or dance with any man as I did in days of yore

And on Patrickís Day I love to wear the Hat my father wore.

 

Itís old but itís beautiful,

The best was ever seen

Tíwas worn for more than ninety years

In that little Isle so green

From my fatherís great ancestors it descended times galore

Itís a relic of old Dacinecy

Is the hat my father wore.

 

I bid you all food evening, good luck to you I say

And when I cross the ocean I hope for me you pray

I am going to my native land to a place called Ballymore

To be welcomed back to Paddyís land with the hat my father wore

 

Itís old but itís beautiful,

The best was ever seen

Tíwas worn for more than ninety years

In that little Isle so green

From my fatherís great ancestors it descended times galore

Itís a relic of old Dacinecy

Is the hat my father wore.

 

But when I do return again, the boys and girls to see

I hope that in old Irish style youíll kindly welcome me

With the song of dear old Ireland to cheer me more and more

And make my Irish hear feel glad with the hat my father wore